Perndy, ' Peach Blossom.' 
« What lurks beneath thy faint and lovely red ? 
What the dark spirit in thy fairy flowers ? 
J Ti8 death." Alas for her who wrote those lines, 
Poor L. E. L! how little thought she then. 
That such a death would still her throbbing heart. 
And bid her tuneful hps grow pale and silent. 
Persecution, Pril 
Chequered ere thy leaves as when 
Persecution's shadows fall 
On the paths of righteous men. 
Like a gloom funereal. 
Perseverance, Canary Grass. 
Persevere! persevere! 
Day bv day, and year by year! 
High hopes vet may come to pass. 
Springing like Canary Grass. 
Persuasion, Althae Frutex. 
Thou’rt beautiful; and beauty oft persuades. 
When reason eloquently pleads in rain. 
Pleasantry, Balm Gentle. 
A joke is pleasant, when ’tis void of harm, 
As thy agreeable perfume. Gentle Balm 
